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    dots Submission Name: (L)iving (I)n a (F)ake (E)xistencedots

    Author: obaid
    ASL Info:    21/M/Gauntlet
    Elite Ratio:    4.52 - 148/93/34
    Words: 334
    Class/Type: Random Thoughts/Misc
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       A write-up on my take on life...the thoughts kept on swirling in my head...finally had to put it down on paper. Aided me in clearing my head and forming priorities whilst reminiscing about the past and looking forward to the future.

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    dots(L)iving (I)n a (F)ake (E)xistencedots

    Life has been tumultuous. Life has been a swim downstream without me realizing it would turn into a climb up hill. Life has been questions asked and answers that werenít sought. Life, has been and is a four letter word that has constituted of every breath I took and am taking.

    It has been a journey where people were met, befriended, loved, despised and then thrown up or down on the priority list.

    Life has been tears shed in fits of sorrow indescribable and unknown to the closest of closed ones. It has been memories that scarred me from within and bruised the shell in which I keep thoughts hidden.

    Life has been a windy road through a lively town where Iíve touched the lives of a few or at least I hope I have. On that road, Iíve seen demons that tormented angels and learnt that the demons were angels once. On that very shadowy road, Iíve learnt that some angels have neon halos disguised like real ones.

    With eyes closed and images archived, I can see life at a thousand frames per second. These images sum up a movie that wouldnít sell through a weekend to the next. Hence only the fans that purchase this movie in its moisture-affected VHS form are thought of, whence breaths turn into sighs.

    This life on the podium is symmetrical to other lives. Other lives that have questions whispered at the back of the background which in turn lies shadowed by the self-built prison called Routine. And Routines are like a virus that engulfs life in itself.

    Hence this life, in such moments of contemplation, seeks to be heard by glorified in the form of words; but not all autobiographies are to be lettered.

    Life is the first chapter in an eternal book that will end in the very ways that an author pens it. Truly, itís chapter II whichís most important.

    Submitted on 2012-09-17 08:51:57     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      "not all autobiograhies are to be lettered"

    Amen to that..

    i found this write quite relatable and true...

    "the self-built prison called Routine"

    "a movie that wouldn't sell through the weekend"

    such smart insight in this...

    almost didn't read it though, because of the title...

    a bit too cute and forced...

    but what's inside this...is important reminders of whom we let ourselves be

    | Posted on 2012-10-06 00:00:00 | by jacoberin | [ Reply to This ]

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